To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian read more

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.